Elara was jolted slightly when the door to the room she was in came flying open, with Liam briskly coming in towards her.
Liam sat down beside Elara and keenly pulled her head into his chest with a strong but gentle grip. It was as if he didn't want to let her go. The sudden hug had Elara flustered at first, but she gradually let herself into him, leaned into him, and wrapped her arm around him too.
It must have been him who'd saved her earlier, Elara thought. She remembered faintly seeing his face when someone had carried her in his arms. It was a rather memory, but she knew it was Liam.
"I'm so sorry," Liam whispered regretfully.
"It's okay," Elara replied, her voice muffled against his chest. "I'm fine now, thanks to you."
There was a certain aura of reassurance that emanated from
